Liang Sizhe came over and stood side by side with Cao Ye. Cao Xiuyuan's brows furrowed again, his eyes wandering back and forth between the two of them.
It's a bit too much, Cao Xiuyuan looked at Liang Sizhe and thought, Xiaoman's temperament shouldn't be so sharp, especially when compared with Cao Ye, Cao Ye's image at this moment seems more appropriate. Maybe it has something to do with their clothes
Cao Xiuyuan got up from behind the monitor, walked over and looked at them: "T-shirts are off." He wanted them to take off their shirts to compare, but Cao Ye didn't move. Liang Sizhe raised his hand to lift the bottom edge of the black T-shirt, and raised his hand The T-shirt was taken off his head and held in his hand.
Cao Xiuyuan didn't say anything when he noticed Cao Ye's lack of cooperation. In fact, it didn't matter whether Cao Ye took off or not. The clothes that Zheng Yin chose for him was just right for Xiaoman's audition.
Cao Xiuyuan looked Liang Sizhe up and down, then took the T-shirt in his hand, turned around and walked to the main camera, the cameraman immediately took a step to the side to make room for him.
Cao Xiuyuan shoved the T-shirt in his hand to the cameraman, then took the camera off the tripod and carried it on his shoulders. The camera was facing them: "Stand back to back."
Liang Sizhe turned sideways first, and after waiting for two seconds, Cao Ye also turned sideways.
"Raise your head a little, okay, bow your head." Cao Xiuyuan observed their profile from behind the camera.
When he looked up and lowered his head, Liang Sizhe's hair rubbed against the back of Cao Ye's head, making Cao Ye feel a little itchy.
Cao Xiuyuan zoomed the camera away and looked at the whole bodies of the two teenagers - it was still wrong, Liang Sizhe, who was naked and wearing jeans, still looked a little different from what he expected. Far.
"The pants are also taken off." Cao Xiuyuan said.
Neither of them moved for a while, but Cao Xiuyuan urged impatiently, "Hurry up."
Only then did Liang Sizhe make a move. He lowered his head, loosened his belt, unbuttoned the buttons and zippers of his jeans, and took off his trousers by bending down. When he took off his trousers, he didn't stand firm. He stumbled backwards and bumped into Cao Ye. Cao Ye looked back at him and reached behind to support his arm.
Liang Sizhe took the pants in his hand and stood up straight. Under the black boxer briefs were two straight and slender legs. Probably because he was not used to being naked in front of the camera, or maybe it was because of his naturally changeable temperament. In short, the sharp temperament of Liang Sizhe who took off his clothes was immediately weakened.
much better. Cao Xiuyuan looked at him and thought. He took two pictures of Cao Ye and Liang Sizhe. The camera clicked twice, and Cao Xiuyuan said, "Don't hold the pants in your hands." It's an eyesore.
The main team and staff at the scene totaled more than a dozen people, but no one came up to help Liang Sizhe take the clothes - no one doubted the result of this audition, even if an unknown amateur has a unique temperament and outstanding appearance, what qualifications does he have? Competing for the role with Cao Xiuyuan's only son
Soon Liang Sizhe and Cao Ye also realized what this moment of silence meant.
I'll get it for you. Cao Ye just wanted to say this. There was no table around, Liang Sizhe raised his hand and threw his pants on the ground not far away.
With a "pop" sound, the sewage splashed.
Dirty, Cao Ye thought.
Liang Sizhe's actions surprised the staff present, and their eyes fell on him for a while. But Liang Sizhe couldn't see the slightest emotion on his face.
It's not enough, Cao Xiuyuan thought behind the camera, so he said again, "Put down your hair."
Liang Sizhe, naked and with loose hair, finally made Cao Xiuyuan feel unsatisfactory.
Cao Xiuyuan aimed the camera on his shoulder at them, took many pictures from all angles, then put the camera back on the tripod and sat back in front of the monitor: "Cao Ye, please stand on the side first."
Cao Ye walked over, bent down and picked up Liang Sizhe's trousers, then walked to the previous position and stood still.
Cao Xiuyuan let Liang Sizhe stand alone in front of the camera, turned around, turned around, walked away, and then walked back.
He stared at the monitor screen and frowned, his expression looked very serious, touched his chin and shook his head, then maintained this expression and said, "Okay, let's go here today."
When Liang Sizhe raised his eyes, what he saw happened to be him frowning and shaking his head gently.
Behind the monitor, Cao Xiuyuan got up and took the camera from the cameraman. He looked down at the photos just taken one by one and walked towards the conference room by the door. Seeing him get up, several other crew creators also stood up and walked to the conference room.
Cao Ye stepped forward and handed the trousers to Liang Sizhe, before raising them up and taking a look: "It's so dirty, can you still wear it?"
"It's alright." Liang Sizhe took it, without looking, he bent down and put his pants over his legs.
At this time, Zhang Minghan came over and handed the black T to Cao Ye that the cameraman asked him to help hold. He smiled and said, "Mr. Cao is really impartial and selfless, even his own son has to try so carefully."
"Yeah," Cao Ye took over, "Maybe there will be a righteous extermination later."
"Hey, you know a lot of idioms." Zhang Minghan said with a smile.
Seeing Liang Sizhe put on his pants, Cao Ye handed him the T-shirt and boasted, "Is my Chinese level 8 good?"
Liang Sizhe got dressed, patted Cao Ye on the shoulder, and said, "I'll go to the bathroom." Then, while tying up his hair, he walked towards the corridor leading to the bathroom.
"Oh, good." Cao Ye responded and looked at Liang Sizhe's back. The back of his left trouser leg was quite dirty, and it looked a little conspicuous. It makes you feel uncomfortable.
"Level 8 in Chinese... It's true or false," Zhang Minghan smiled, following his gaze, "How did your father choose him?"
"Who knows," Cao Ye looked back and shrugged, "It's the same as you were back then."
Zhang Minghan smiled: "Are you going to have dinner together at night?"
"Today... Probably not, I might have to eat with my dad and the others," Cao Ye said, "Next time."
"That's right, then next time," Zhang Minghan didn't insist any longer, "I'll leave then." After speaking, he called out to the assistant who was waiting beside him, turned around and waved to Cao Ye, and walked out of the casting venue.
Cao Ye walked behind the monitor, sat down and studied the machine for a while. The staff who stayed behind to clean up the site knew that he was Cao Xiuyuan's son, a **** machine, and no one dared to come up and stop him.
Cao Ye fiddled with the monitor for a while and felt a little bored. He looked back and saw that Liang Sizhe hadn't come back. This trip to the bathroom is long enough.
He got up from behind the monitor, walked a few steps towards the door, and walked to the entrance of the corridor. When he was about to turn in, he saw Liang Sizhe standing in front of a door near the end of the corridor, with his head lowered slightly, standing there stiffly. Not moving at all. The afternoon sun slanted in through the window, pulling his shadow very thin and long, almost extending to Cao Ye's feet.
Finished going to the bathroom? Cao Ye was puzzled and walked towards him. The moment he approached and was about to call out Liang Sizhe, he noticed Liang Sizhe's clenched fist and straight arm, as well as the bulging cyan blood vessels on his arm. It appears almost transparent in sunlight, and looks fragile and brittle.
At the same time, he also heard voices from behind the door: "If you can't play the violin, you're still thinking about a ghost, do you have to find another substitute?... The key is not whether you can learn it or not. , I can't play it at all, I can't learn it, so isn't it useless..."
The speaker spoke in a Beijing accent, because the conference room was filled with old partners who had cooperated for many years, and they spoke without any scruples, and it was a bit excessive.
This is... Are you talking about Liang Sizhe? Cao Ye frowned, took a step towards the door, and said in a low voice, "I'm going in..." Before he could finish speaking, his wrist was held. The temperature of that palm was very low. As soon as the cold temperature touched the skin, Cao Ye almost shivered.
Liang Sizhe didn't speak, and didn't even turn his face to look at Cao Ye. He still lowered his head slightly, listening to the voices coming from the door.
"As I said, if you want to choose someone who can't play the violin, you might as well just use Zhang Minghan... The result was obvious during the audition, Zhang Minghan looks more like Xiaoman than that Liang... What's more like Xiaoman?"
It turns out that Zhang Minghan also auditioned just now. Cao Ye was a little surprised to hear this. Why didn't he mention it
"That kid's finger is really broken? Wouldn't it be possible to take close-up shots of the hand besides playing the violin? For example, there are several scenes of carrying a bucket. After the bucket is filled with water, it is really heavy, and the You have to hold it high, that hand strength is no joke..."
"According to what you said, there is still a masturbation scene to be filmed later, so it's not certain whether you can hold it or not." The Jingqiang said again.
This remark caused a lot of laughter, and someone next to him laughed: "You fucking use your left hand, but your right hand is fine."
"The left hand who can play the violin is more flexible than the right... Is it okay to use the right hand to learn the violin?"
Shit, that's insulting. Cao Ye almost couldn't help walking over and kicking the door, but Liang Sizhe's cold fingers were holding his wrist, and those fingers were shrunk so tightly that they almost pinched into his flesh and into his bones. Cao Ye could almost feel the distinct knuckles on his fingers, as well as the slight, uncontrollable trembling of his hand. That clearly exposed his self-esteem and vulnerability at the moment.
do not go. Liang Sizhe didn't speak, but these two words were clearly written on his body.